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Cousin Sara Visits (Part 3) The Mall 2

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PEOPLE OF EARTH AND SPACE!
*The story is under all this!*

Sound the air-aid sirens and strap yourselves to your seats because here comes one of the biggest, smelliest and explosive conclusions to any of my stories so far! This is the second (Majority) half of part three that was simply too epic to all be one piece! This part's epicness was helped 10 fold by artwork from my main art master :iconleshawk: which only brought this story to another level higher than it was already shooting for. So now, without any further waiting, READ! And most of all...

ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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*Back in the mall*

After getting kicked out of the clothing store, thanks to Ying nuking it with her dump warning farts. The attractive trio went off into the mall with bags in hand as they explored. Ying, with a grin on her face, both proud to have showed off her gas and wearing a new comfortable pair of apple bottom jeans, seemed to be the most cheerful of the three girls at the moment.

As every minute passed, Yuki could further feel her bowels begging to be relieved of the nasty waste of her digested meal the previous night. She would silently scan for bathrooms from a far, judging how occupied they were based off of how many women were exiting and entering at a time. Though no bathroom had a line of females waiting to use them, she only wanted to use one that had no more than ZERO occupants.

In the same boat was their busty cousin, Sara. Or if not the same boat, in the same ocean as Yuki. Since the start of the week, Sara knew she would be taking a dump this day. As part of her bowel regularity schedule. Once every three days. As it has always been her whole life. This, added upon her active and regular exercise and dance routines, which only boosted her already horse-like metabolism further, always resulted in larger than humanly average bowel movements. Something that she hasn’t made sure to keep hidden, but also not a fact that people have to learn about her.

FRrrrooooONMPT! FrrrrraaannTNT!

Ying continued to indiscriminately release her gas as she walked. She barely had to force it out. Thanks to the new apple bottom jeans she wore, farts were practically falling out of her ass as it swayed. Yuki was glad that she was walking next to her and not one of the unlucky folks who would unsuspectedly walk into a gassy trap of revolting stench behind her.

“You guys okay?” It was Ying’s turn to ask. Walking in the middle of the bunch. “You two have been quiet since the store.”

“I’m alright.” Sara quickly and honestly responded. “My mind is just wondering. But Ying?”

“Hm?”


“If not for others, would you mind holding it in a bit for me?” She asked in a sweet tone. Ying couldn’t refuse. Not just because it was her cousin, but Sara did buy all of the clothes she and Yuki picked out.

PRRAaa-

Ying cut the fart which effortlessly began to rip from her backside short. Obliging to Sara’s request. But she turned her head to Yuki who still didn’t answer her question. Ying was sure Yuki wasn’t quite alright. Aside from her being her sister who knew all of her usual expressions and gestures when she’s all sunshine and daffodils. She was sure that she could hear a distinct rumbling coming from Yuki’s bowels.

Yuki caught Ying staring at her, waiting for an answer. Though she wanted to hide the bubbling gas and waste withheld in her stomach, she made it all too obvious with her hand gently rubbing her lower abdomen.

“I’m fine Ying…” Yuki hesitantly raplied.

Ying gave her sister a ‘yeah right’ expression. “Yuki, if you have to take a dump just go.” She stopped and gestured to the nearest bathroom up ahead.

“Ying. I can’t.”

“Why the heck not? You have to go right?”

“No… maybe.” Yuki looked away, blushing. She regretted eating the side of beans Ying got at the food court. For everyone’s safety she thought. But now it only seemed to cause her fully packed bowels to call for an even more urgent release.

GRORORORRRP!

Ying and Sara clearly heard that. Like a bubble exploding from the water surface caused by a depth charge. Yuki gripped her stomach with both hands and winced in pain.

Sara moved over to Yuki and rested her hand gently on her back. “Let’s all go to the bathroom together. Would you be okay with that?”

Yuki looked up at her beautifully wise beyond years cousin. She was still on the fence, with her bowels hanging on the edge of a disaster.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself holding it in.” Sara further persuaded.

A nail-biting growl came from Yuki’s bowels as she cringed again. She knew Sara was right. But with how urgently she needed the toilet, she was too worried that it would be nothing short of a loud evacuation.

Ying gave Yuki’s shoulder a firm pat as a lead into giving her some words of encouragement. It was supposed to be something along the lines of. “Don’t worry. If you need me to, I can drown out the sound of your shit with mine.” But Yuki’s stomach cut her off.

GGGRGOOOOOOUUUUUGGGGGRORRPPP!

Yuki’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as her stomach released an embarrassingly loud gurgle that stopped shoppers nearby in their tracks. They looked in her direction for the source of the guttural noise. She then shot her hand between her butt cheeks as the growl was simply the audio cue for the raging mass of gas which pressed against her anus; so hard, that she was sure it would’ve gotten out if she didn’t block it.

All questions and words of encouragement were out the window. Yuki HAD to go. She dropped her bags. And like a leaf on a stormy wind, she flew to the nearest bathroom. Sara and Ying grabbed her fallen bags and followed Yuki’s perky bouncing butt cheeks which could almost be seen under her fluttering dress.

Upon entering the bathroom, which more or less smelled like an abundance of perfume and soap trying to cover up the stale smell of urine, it was rather nice. With its six side by side stalls, four sinks and brightly lit walls. Yet, it was anything from what Yuki desired. She could see the feet of two women sitting in the last pair of stalls. Three others were either washing their hands or doing touch ups on their makeup. Why couldn’t it be the one bathroom in the mall that was empty! Regardless, she still had to go NOW.

Yuki fast walked into the farthest available stall, the fourth one down, closed the door, and locked it. That was all a one handed job. The next task, being to pull up her long dress and down with her panties, was unfortunately a two handed job. Her heart raced as she couldn’t take her focus off of the mounting pressure in her rear end, she knew once she let go, she would be letting go. She prayed all the women would somehow all leave at once, but with the noise of running water, gossip, a flushing toilet, and a makeup case opening, she knew it was a farfetched dream. Unless something drastic happened.

So she closed her eyes… and removed her hand from her crack.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPTPPTPTTPTTTTTPTTPTT!!!

All the noise in the bathroom was drowned out by the echoing blast Yuki had so long been holding back. A sound mix of a trumpet and a baby elephant, resounded in the restroom, catching all of its occupants by surprise. Yuki’s delicate, and sizable, cheeks fluttered as liters of gas blew from them. With the force of a powerful fan, the gas sent her long dress floating up behind her. Enough to reveal her polka dot teddy bear panties, which were also rippling in the wake of her explosive flatus.

Inside her stall, Yuki could smell her bowels instantly, as they released with enough force to fill her stall in a split second. The smell of old vegetables from half of the produce section combined with a hint of rotten meat and overwhelming odor of healthy feces, is possibly the best way to describe the stench that was emptied by the innocent Yuki.

But of course, her stall wasn’t the only one filled with the surprisingly awful stench. With each passing second, the smell flowed under and over her stall, spreading through the room faster than the wind could carry a glider. The women inside began to complain and cough on the smell, only they were barely heard by the ongoing sound of Yuki’s butt firing off. The women were suddenly okay with having one eye covered with eye shadow and hands still wet from recently being washed. The girl in the last stall simply bolted with her shirt over her face and pants around her ankles, as she ran out the bathroom. The woman, unfortunate enough to be sitting in the stall next to Yuki’s, quickly flushed her toilet and pulled up her pants without even wiping. That seemed better than smelling a little of a young girl’s ass.

Yuki’s fart ended at 19 seconds on the dot. More than enough time for the women of the bathroom to vacate the premises and an achievement by her standards. A rare jewel of flatulent release by the kind, light hearted, and usually softly tooting Yuki. But she didn’t care about any of that as she exhaled greatly with relief. Her first and much needed fart of the day. She hadn’t even taken her dump yet and already felt five pounds lighter.


“Excuse me…” Yuki excused herself politely to the empty bathroom. Like she was apologizing to the room itself.

As Yuki began to slip her panties down, she heard the bathroom door open and two pairs of feet walk in. She assumed it was Ying and Sara. Since any other level headed girl would’ve probably gagged and headed for a different restroom. But she wasn’t about to say hello.

Ying’s voice echoed in the tainted air of the restroom. “HAHA! You cleared out the bathroom with a fart! I’m so glad I actually saw it happen!”

Yuki’s shoulders slumped and she fell back on the toilet seat with her face completely red. Why did Ying have to say that?

Sara and Ying heard Yuki whine softly with embarrassment.

“Oh what Yuki?” Asked Ying. “It’s not like everyone who ran out wants to know who stunk out the bathroom.”

“It’s not exactly something to be proud of…” Yuki sighed as she stuffed her face in her hands.

“I’m proud of it. I’m proud of you!” Ying couldn’t tell she wasn’t helping. “I’m always happy when I clear out a bathroom at school. Know how many times that happens?”

“I doubt it’s rare event…”

“Well it happens a lot more since you forced me to use them before class.” Ying rolled her eyes and walked towards the third stall to Yuki’s left.


Sara approached the stall that would be next to Ying’s but stopped to glance back at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t regretting the amount of flesh the sweater bared, but she began to think that her husband might like it TOO much. She  knew he would. But she shrugged off the thought and entered the stall.


Upon entering, a part of Sara’s mind subconsciously examined the toilet. Its overall size, The capacity of the bowl, and water pressure. It would suffice. But for it not to clog, she estimated she would need to flush no less than five times. Her stomach rumbled fiercely, not loud enough for her bickering cousin’s to hear, but enough to remind her that a bowel movement was ready. Sara pulled the long side of her skirt up and lowered her white and gold laced panties. Once down, she gently lowered herself onto her toilet seat.


PPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOFFFFTTTT!

PPPPPPRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFMMOMFOMOFOOOORTOTTT!


The sound of a powerful whistle followed by a ruder sounding horn, was heard coming from Sara’s stall. The first easily lasted ten seconds, the following lasting another five seconds longer than that. It caught Yuki and Ying’s attention. Yuki, because it didn’t come from her sister and Ying, because it didn’t come from herself.


The smell at first was concealed within the toilet, thanks to Sara’s bodacious ass, which did more than enough to cover the entire seat. That was until she adjusted herself upon it by moving her hips to lift and spread each cheek. To give her waste clearer passage to the bowl. All knowing it would need the space. The odor rose up to Sara’s nose. Pleased, she grinned to herself as it smelled as healthy as she likes.


“Ha! Nice one Sara!” Congratulated Ying. Who was also naked from the waist down and had butt married with porcelain.


Yuki sat quietly with her palms on her silky smooth thighs. She was holding back. To a degree. Barely audible farts hissed from her anus into her toilet. Sure, her approach would take awhile for her bowels to really move, but defecating with her older cousin in the same room was still an embarrassing first.


BBBBBRROBROOBROPTPTT!! BROAOARORRRAPPPPRTPT!! BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBMBMBMBBBMMMMMMMBPTPT!! BBRROROPPTT! BRRAAOAPRPRTTPTT!!


As expected, the girls stall walls vibrated as Ying bore down unto her toilet for the first time. Not quite a bombardment of waste as it was a storm of gas being unloaded into her toilet. Though her plump butt covered the seat and her farts echoed with fierce rumbles inside the bowl, they were still very much heard inside the restroom as the sound bounced off the walls. Ying sighed with a bit of relief from her third 14 second fart, but only for a moment as she immediately followed up with several more follow ups.


Ying farted again as she laughed. “Hey! We should have a farting and dumping contest!”


“No, no we shouldn’t.” Yuki was the first to decline. Her answer coming nearly before Ying’s suggestion was complete.


“Come on!” Ying chuckled. Yuki’s decline only wanted her to urge on a contest more. Already confident that she would win, it only boosted it. “Whoever takes the biggest shit and rips the longest and loudest fart here wins!”


PPPPPRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMBOBOBOBBMBOBOBBOORRROTT!!


Sara’s stall was the next to shake due to its occupant. For nearly 20 seconds, Sara barely grunted to release the flatus bomb from her ample backside. It began with a crisp and hornlike rip, but quickly transitioned into a rude and thunderous blast which resembled a large drum being rapidly pounded. The baritone vibrations were strong enough to rise through her body and even jostle her breasts.


“This is hardly the appropriate place.” Sara responded to Ying’s offer. “Besides, I can’t”


“What do you mean you can’t?” Asked Ying as she grunted out two four second long bowl rattlers. Afterall, there’s no point in a competition if theres no competition. Or simply no one to admit defeat in Ying’s eyes.


“I don’t mind competing for the flatulence category.” Answered Sara.


Yuki’s eyes widened. “What!? Why?”


“But I assume,” Sara continued to Ying. “That you would like us to compare our bowel movements once we’re finished.”


“Yeah, so don’t flush.” Ying said with a chuckle.


“I can’t Ying.” Sara replied wholeheartedly.


“Aw why?”


“I HAVE to flush. If I don’t… it would end up a bigger mess than I would prefer to deal with.”


Ying perked up. She heard Sara’s words, as they only made her more curious. Ying already had her mind set on the belief that she would have the biggest and gassiest dump of the three. She further supported that with a couple of anything but short, bowl echoing farts.


BBBBOORORORORROOOOOOOPPPTPT! BBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOPTT!


She could feel the solid mass of waste approach her rectum. She knew her sister and cousin would be starting their dumps momentarily. But still, then more than ever, Ying wanted to know what Sara could really dish out. Her attention turned to Yuki’s stall as she heard the subtle noise like a faint whistle or a slowly deflating tire.


“Its only us in here Yuki.” Ying decided to give some words of toilet encouragement. “Just let it*BRUMPT!* Rip! *BRAPT!*”


Yuki let out an annoyed groan as she decided to embellish Ying instead of argue against her persistence on toilet humor.


...eeeeooooossssssssssshhhhhhh-FFFFFFRRRROOUOUMUMMOOTTT! CrrrraaAKAKLE! KURPLUNK!


Yuki’s anus sputtered below her as she gripped the sides of her legs and grunted timidly. Her long standing hiss of a fart turned into a rude blast like a revving lawnmower. But what caused her to blush the most and catch her and the others by surprise, was the noisy crackling which was immediately followed by a heavy splash in the bowl below.


“Oh Yuki! Don’t flush that!”


“I’m fushing it!” Yuki quickly turned around to reach for the flush lever.


“No don’t! I wanna see it!”


“YING! That’s gross! Ugh….” Yuki halted from flushing and instead moved to cover her nose as the ripe stench of her recent turd, wafted up to her. It was a concentrated dose of what her gas had been, and surprisingly covered up the smell of Ying’s meaty stench in her stall.


Sara rolled her eyes as she thought over her current options. Sure she could easily still decline Ying’s suggested bowel competition. But then again, it could bring a little fun to a rudimentary  task. With her bowels locked and ready to unload, she gave Ying her answer.


“Alright Ying.” Sara smiled as she stretched her arms and twisted her torso in preparation for the long haul. “I accept your challenge. We will be comparing the final products correct?”


Ying’s smile was from cheek to cheek. “Haha! Hell yeah! Now we have a match!” Ying’s stomach grumbled as she prepared herself by hanging onto the sides of her seat to bare down


Yuki sighed to herself as she decided not to flush yet. She took a quick peek between her legs and saw the tip end of the brown snake she laid. Didn’t seem TOO big. Not enough to clog the toilet for sure… yet.


“Well I guess I make this a party then…” She said to herself as she felt her anus begin to dilate to expel the next movement.


In no time, the bassy butt bombs Ying had echoing in her toilet were momentarily quelled by a brown cable. She focused a bit more on pushing as it spread her anus to the diameter of her wrist. The turd felt somewhat smooth, but to some annoyance, it felt pretty messy too. The crackling Ying heard beneath her already gave her visions of how much toilet paper she would need to use once she was done. As her first turd began to dip into the water below her, the sound of crackling wood in a raging fire was heard coming from Sara’s stall. The sound echoed inside her bowl but was still loud enough to fill the bathroom with the noise.


Ying and Yuki were caught off guard by the noise. Yuki could tell it wasn’t from Ying, which probably surprised her more. Ying was more so impressed if anything. The sound meant only one, indiscernible, fact. Sara’s first turd… was a monster of a log.


Sara, fully composed upon her porcelain seat, speedily wrote out a email on her phone. The crackling from her exiting log was barely a hinderance on her masterful multitasking skills. She finished and sent her message in less than thirty seconds. Just about how long it took for her turd to break off and plunge into the bowl. The heavy stool landed inside the bowl with a surprisingly loud splash and a well heard thunk as it impacted the bowl beneath the waterline. Ying could almost swear that she felt the thud in her stall.


“Holy shit Sara!” Ying said in dissbelief. “That sounded like you through rock into the toilet!”


Fully expecting that exact reaction Ying gave, she simply smiled to herself. “You wanted a challenge didn’t you?”


Ying opened her mouth but couldn’t speak a word. Her softly crackling turd broke off at eight inches and plopped into her bowl. Sadly sounding smaller than both Sara’s and Yuki’s first bombs. Reality was beginning to set in.


A subtle hiss came from Yuki’s perky bottom as gas slipped out alongside her next turd. The six incher slid out quickly and hit the water with another decent splash. She whines softly as she felt a droplet hit her bottom from the splash. “Ohhh… gross.” She mumbled to herself.


“Yuki, your bowel movement so far sounds great.” Sara complimented. “Don’t feel uncomfortable. I can just tell you’ve been keeping  your meals well balanced.”


Sara’s compliment made Yuki smile. Who knew she could feel good about having a healthy bowel movement. She even got a little giddy as she reran Sara’s words through her mind again. She loved it when someone took notice of her good habits.


The moment didn’t last long though. As Ying rudely interrupted it with the sound of her unloading a bucket of thick mud into her toilet as she bore down heavily.


BRRTOOT-PLpPSUSHHhh! BRAATPPTP-PPPSOSOLLFFLFFHTPHTPHLT!! FFRVVVVPPT! PPRATPTPTT! GrrrrrgGGLLL-Craaccckkll-plPLPLOOPLPLplpLPLPlpplplpplt!


Ying’s ass was like the broadside of a pirate ship firing its cannons filled with any non essentials they could fire out of them. With each log, at least one loud and brassy fart would accompany it. Either as a quick warning before thy dropped, or a rumbling aftershock. Her bombardment lasted close to half a minute. The bathroom filled with the sound of Ying’s flatulence and waste of all shapes and sizes. From golf ball sized rocks, to cable the consistency of soft serve. Once every couple of seconds, a surge of watery brown guck propels itself from her rectum to spray the sides of the bowl.


BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMMMBMBBBBTBT!


The bombardment ended with Ying’s cheeks jiggling from the power of a resonating fart. It echoed within her bowl like a low standing note of a trombone, with the slight ripping undertone due to the moistness of her butt cheeks. The end lowered in pitch slightly, to become just deep enough to send vibrations through the bathroom’s tiled floor.


“Heh, how was that Sara?” Asked Ying. Looking for a compliment from her ‘all knowing’ cousin as well.


Sara was hardly impressed or pleased with what she heard come from Ying’s bowels. She needed a lot more fiber and probably a lot more veggies. There wasn’t much Sara could say that wouldn’t just be a harsh critique of Ying’s dump.


“I’m glad that you aren’t constipated.” Sara replied in an offhanded tone.


A moment later, another pillar of brown waist surged from Sara’s bowels with the resounding crackling that her first turd had. With her anus properly warmed up after her first dropping, the next one reached a foot in length in five seconds before ending and splashing into the water below. Sara didn’t bother to look. She knew that she was dangerously close to having an unflushable dump. Both of her turds long enough to stick out over the waterline and probably coil on top of each other. So the long haired brunette reached back and flushed her toilet.


Ying, who had a piercing glare at Sara’s stall, gasped as she heard Sara’s toilet choke and burble as it struggled to swallow the load she had already expelled. “What are you doing!?” Her voice booming around the restroom.


“Calm down Ying.” Sara replied. She continued with a confidence comparable to Ying’s. “I’ll have more than enough to compare.”


Ying literally gulped. As the sound of Yuki letting out a softly ripping fart, Ying began to think about what she would do if she lost. She just heard Sara flush down two turds which as far as she could imagine, may have been several pounds each. Maybe she never paid attention to how much her older cousin ate. But it couldn’t be more than her could it?


As Yuki’s subtle rippling fart sputtered to an end, her stomach lurched, forcing her to double forward. “OHH! Ooohhhhh!” She winced as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.


“Yuki? What’s wrong?” Ying asked. The calmness of her sister’s tone was a bit disappointing for Yuki to hear, as she whined like a sad puppy.


“Oh goodness…” Yuki muttered out as she felt a hot and liquid mass surge through her lower bowels. It felt to her like the contents of a bubbling tar pit was moving through her.


“Yuki, is it the meat?” Sara concluded in a question.


“It… its probably…” Yuki began, but gritted her teeth as her stomach let out a loud, high pitched squeal. It had to be the meats that Max cooked the previous day. The problem wasn’t that he undercooked any food. Nor was it the balance of food Yuki had, and she made sure to eat plenty of fruits and veggies to counter the meats. It was simply the fact that she had had too much meat in one sitting. There was nothing she could do now to avoid what came rushing towards her butt.“Yes-yes-YES! It is the meat!”


Yuki kicked her legs out and firmly planted them at obscure angels as she prepared herself. She straightened her back and gripped the sides of her toilet. The bubbling in her stomach came to a crescendo like an impending geyser eruption and she held on for dear life.


BBBBBBRRLLLLLOORLOLOLLLLLLBLBBLPPTPTPTLPLPHLHPHTLPTTT!! PPRPRPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVVVPPRRPPT! PPRPRRRRRRAAAAAAPVVPVPVPLTPTPLTTLLLLPTTT!! PPTTPPTPTRRRRRRRRRLLRLRLRPTTPT! PLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOSOSOSPPPHHHSHHS!!!


The floor rumbled as Yuki’s bowels no less than exploded all over the inside of the bowl. In the first seconds of the eruption, wet and chunky brown waste coated the once white walls like a 360 degree paint bomb. The room filled with embarrassingly disgusting sounds as Yuki actually raised herself above the seat from feeling her waste ricochet and splatter against her backside.


Yuki somehow reached up to her face and pinched her nose. With her cute bum letting off like old faithful. The stench that spread through the bathroom from her toilet was utterly vile. Her eyes watered from the tear ripping stench that she didn’t want to believe could possibly peel the paint off the walls. Her butt continued to relentlessly fill the public toilet with partially digested meats. Making a mess not only in the bowl, butt along the back rim of the toilet as well.


Ying began to blush. In all her years of living with her twin sister. Using the bathroom together, farting around each other, and being yelled at for stinking up the bedroom. Yuki was actually unloading unlike Ying had never witnessed from her. She actually began to blush more from the rancid smell of a burning vegetable farm and a pig pin. She was legitimately impressed.

GGGGRRRRRRROOOOOOOOBBLBLE!

But as the sound of Yuki’s ass resounded through the room, Ying’s own abdomen let out a powerful battle cry which shook her entire body. A grin rolled across her face as she felt the bulk of her dump surge through her large intestine. Yuki’s bubble butt may have been singing its curtain call, but Ying was about to drop the bass.

Ying braced herself by placing one hand against the wall of Sara’s stall and clinched her first. As she felt her colon expand with copious amounts of gas and fecal matter, she hiked up one of her thick legs and grunted like a caged animal.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGPPTPTOTOT!!! PRLRLEPRLPTLRPRTRT! PRRAAPRPFFTPRPROOTOT! PLPLLLLLLLLHHHHHSSOHHPP-PPRRAPLTOOOLLLOTLTOTTT! BBRRROOOORRRORORRRRPP-BBRLRRLLLAAAAAAARRRPPPTPPTT!! BLBLBLBLLLLLLLLULULULBLBPPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRPPTPTTT!!!

The bathroom filled with ear ringing noise as Ying unloaded the bulk of her large load. The sound of logs cascading and dunking into the bowl to soon be stacking on top of each other was barely heard by the thunderous flatulence that propelled them from her rectum. That public restroom was under attack.

The two bowel suffering twins were like two marching bands playing a freestyle battle in attempt to be louder than the other. With each fart that rang out, reverberating against the bathroom walls and filling the room with an even more of their atrocious aroma, out came more wet, chunky, soft, stiff and thick waste that would thunder into their bowls below them. Together, they caused half of the stalls in the room to tremble and shake with the volume of their explosive dumps.

Sara was hanging in there through. Knowing it would be pointless to speak to her cousin’s as they fought their porcelain Vietnam, she simply sat quietly upon her toilet, dropping more crackling logs at a steady pace. About halfway through the sister’s movements, she flushed her toilet again. Giving her yet another clean slate for more turds to pack it with. Save a few stubborn skidmarks.

After a minute or so of nearly non stop defecation, Yuki finally felt some relief in her lower stomach. She almost felt like an ice pack had now begun to rest on her bowels, after dropping the several pounds of magma that tormented her. Thinking ahead and intelligently, she made sure her hands were spotless before hiking her skirt up above her waist. She looked back to asses the damage done to the seat, and grimaced at the results.

“Oh no…” Yuki sighed to herself. Disgusted at the site she created, knowing that she would need to clean it up. “...So gross…”

Aside from all the water in the bowl replaced with enough waste to replace the previous waterline a couple inches higher than before. The back of the toilet looked like someone took a hose and sprayed it with shit. It was clear by the spreading that she had lifted herself a bit too much as she let everything loose. The back of the toilet seat, lid, some of the wall around the sides of the toilet and part of the floor being the radius of the damage zone. Yuki was now worried. Embarrassed of herself that she created such a mess and even worse of a stink. Then again, she could notice Ying’s surefire stench over her own. It didn’t cover it, more like a mixture of awful smells.

Ying’s juicy buns though were still on the run. The explosive gas at the beginning, seemed to be mostly expelled like a battering ram to clear the passage for the main course of her dump. Small poots and rippers were still bubbling out of her, but only made soft echoes inside her bowl. Now, she was laying some serious cable in the form of two and a half to three inch thick logs. A couple of which reached over two feet in length. Ying could actually feel her bowels shrink as the thick stools exited her. And she was loving it.

The ploppage beneath Ying began to lessen as her mound of waste filled a majority of the bowl. Now sounding like soft chunks of mud landing against an already formed mud pile. She was sitting pretty  pleased with herself as she glanced at the load between her legs. Thinking that now, she had a more than certain lead on the competition. After all. Yuki ate far less than she did the other day. And Sara had flushed her toilet twi…


Sara’s toilet flushed once again, glubbing down the pile she once again loaded it with as Ying and Yuki were on their explosive rampage.


“I think I’m finished…” stated Yuki as she rubbed her belly through the fabric of her dress. “Are you guys done too? Because… I might need help.”


“I have a turd or two left in me.” Ying responded, just before grunting out another aforementioned length of stool.


“I’ll help you out in a moment, I just have a bit more.” Was Sara’s reply.


Ying shook her head. “WHAT!? You still have more?”


Sara once again didn’t directly reply to Ying’s question. At least not with her words. Instead, Sara went on about her business to simply lay the last bit of cable she had to relese. She planted her feet firmly on the floor and rested her hands on her knees as she really flexed her stomach well trained stomach for the first time.


CCRRCCRRRRCCCRRAAACCCCKKKKLLLLLLLKKKKLLLE!!


The sound of old trees being broken in half came from inside Sara’s stall, loud enough to resound throughout the room as she began to forcefully expel some fresh feces. Yuki and Ying silently listened as they heard inches upon inches of moist fecal matter exit Sara’s backside with each passing second. Even after thirty seconds of constant pooping, she showed no sign of stopping. It sounded as though a group of women were having their bowel movements simultaneously. All in one stall.


After a minute of constant shitting, which made Ying’s heart sink as Sara had already flushed a decent amount of crap three times during her visit, Sara still kept going. The sound of turds flopping into the water had disappeared awhile ago. Now sounding like a damp rope simply coiling heavily upon itself beneath Sara. The taller, busty cousin lifted herself off of her seat as she estimated that the room in the bowl would not suffice. In doing so, the crackling from her immense dump became louder. But luckily, the sound of sputtering gas signaled the coming end of her dump. The small puffs of gas came out along with the smaller, finger thick turds that she had left to expel.


“MMmmm-ooooh! Whoo.” Sara exclaimed with relief, with her dump complete. She rose up completely in her stall, prepared to wipe, but she hadn’t forgotten Ying’s contest. “Alright Ying. If you too are finished, examine our work so we can get out of here quickly.”


Ying stood up from her toilet and opened her stall door. With her jeans and panties around her ankles, she shuffled first over to Yuki’s stall and knocked.


“NO YING!” Yuki yelled.


“Oh come on! I’ve seen your shit before.”


Yuki’s face grew red. “Don’t say stuff in public like that! I’m flushing it!”


“Yuuuuuuuuuuki!” Ying whined.


Yuki had had enough of it. She wanted to clean up her mess and get rid of all evidence her bouncy prostierier had left. She reached for the flush lever and pulled it.


Whhhhoooosssss-GGLORBgglllglglglglglglglgblblbllblbblll…


It began promising, but it’s promise was quickly drowned in the muck that was created by Yuki’s digestive system. Her heart sank to the floor as she felt like crying. She rarely clogged the toilet. She almost NEVER clogs the toilet. And without the help of courtesy flushes involved. She knew that there was nearly no hope for the mess to be completely cleaned. If there was any hope left, she would need Ying and Sara’s help. Defeated, Yuki lowered her dress in the front, leaving her cute, dirty bottom exposed and turned to unlock her stall door,


Ying quickly opened the door and was somewhat surprised by the smell that hit her. Sure she could smell the awful mix of poorly digested meat and rotten vegetables from her stall, but that door held back a surprising amount of the stench which came from the source. In examining the dump, Ying was impressed by her sister. There was of course the collateral spray which caught the back of the toilet, floor and wall, but then there was the brown mess inside the bowl. A mucky pit of brown waste which filled half of the bowl, and brown coated the sides so heavily that the white of the bowl walls couldn’t be seen. It was a truly terrible shit. Yes, shit. Bowel movement would be too proper of a term for the disaster hat Yuki, our delicate, adorable Yuki had created.


“Heh, nice work Yuki.” Ying smiled and nodded. Yuki simply bowed her head with slumped shoulders, feeling disgusted with herself. Ying went in and wrapped her arms around her twin to keep tears from falling. “Its cool, we’ll clean up this mess together.”


Yuki sniffled, but luckily the hug really did bring some of her spirit back. She looked back into Ying’s eyes and nodded.


Ying smiled and gave her a pat on the shoulder. Ying’s smile continued to grow wider, which made Yuki wonder what her sister was so happy about. Ying didn’t give her a chance to guess.


“You still lost the contest though.” Ying proceeded to turn and lead Yuki out of her stall and over to her own to show off her creation.


Sitting in Ying’s toilet was an animal sized load. Easily one of her biggest to date. Which wasn’t too surprising to Yuki, as she and their mother have noticed Ying’s dumps growing in size in tandem with her appetite. The bowl wasn’t completely filled, but even from the stall’s edge, they could clearly see the hill of poop that sat within it. Several dozen short logs melded in a moat of wet feces made the base as what made its core was many thick turds ranging from two to three inches thick and upwards of a foot long each, coiled upon themselves and each other to create the seven inch high mound that stopped just below the rim. Even as they looked at it, they could see the heavy turds sinking downwards as they compressed under their own weight. Ying’s cheek to cheek grin was evidence of how proud she was of her work.


“I think this could be my masterpiece.” Ying  chuckled. “I should take a picture of it!”


“Ying…” Yuki moaned. But it didn’t stop her stubborn twin. Ying bent down to grab her phone from her jean pocket to snap a picture. Just before she could take it, Sara came over and tapped her on the shoulder.


“A masterpiece is something that is created with such expertise that its creation could only be done by the hands of a true master.” Sara explained to Ying. She looked down at her younger cousin with a warm smile. “You should see mine.”


The three girls moved over to Sara’s stall, and before they even looked in, they noticed something that seemed to increase surprisingly fast in strength as they inched closer to the stall door. And that was the smell. The smell was something else, it didn’t even act like regular gas in the way that it spread. It was like a concentrated cloud that was thickest at its core but dissipated significantly as it moved outward. Which may have been a good thing, as they came closer and it grew worse, it was making the inside of an uncleaned barn seem like a pleasant stench.


Sara opened her stall door and let Ying and Yuki peek in. Yuki didn’t bother. as the door opened, she literally gagged on the smell inside. The stench of countless greens and meats digested to create the stench that could be best comparable to pure manure. Ying reeled back as well, closing her eyes as the smell burned them and her nostrils. But she slowly forced them open to see the work that created such a powerful smell, the sound of her phone impacting the floor was heard.


Sara’s toilet was packed,completely, to the brim, with the most amazing pile of shit that Ying had ever seen. Ying couldn’t even call Sara’s stool, well, stool, as they were thicker than her arm at their thickest points. And even though there was no point in even comparing Sara’s bowel movement to the others if they needed too, they wouldn’t even be able to compare the dung that sat in the bottom of the bowl, as they were completely covered by the cable sized turds which seemed to endlessly coil upon themselves. Seriously, no one could serve a spiral ice cream cone that had a bigger and consistent spiral like her dump.


The several foot long lengths of waste were also topped off with several dozen smaller turds about the size of small bananas, and coated the top like shit sprinkles. All in all, it looked as though an elephant with perfectly healthy bowels had taken a dump in the toilet. The pile was a mountain of shit compared to Ying’s hill as its peak reached some six inches above the rim. Ying could only wonder, as she stood there speechless, with her eyes bulging and jaw agape. What if Sara chose not to make those three curiously flashes?


“So, do I get some kind of prize for this?” Sara asked humorously.


Ying slowly backed out of the stall until she stood between the stalls and the sinks behind her. She looked up at Sara, still trying to wrap her head around how she could ever push all of that out.


“I lived with your mother for a very long time.” Sara said to the girls. “I may have had to put up with her gas, but she always made sure that I NEVER used her bathroom.”


“Gas…?” Ying mumbled to herself, as if that was the only thing she heard Sara say. After suggesting that she receive some sort of prize for her achievement in out defecating her and Yuki. But her dumbfounded stare turned into an expression of determination as she gritted her teeth.


“You didn’t win! To win, you had out crap AND out fart ME!” Ying stated with her fighting spirit returned and her stomach beginning a foreboding grumble. “And you didn’t out fart me!”


Sara, calm as a feather, simply replied. “Oh yeah. You did say longest and loudest right?” She recalled and reached behind to grab one of her firm butt cheeks to spread it.


FRRRrrrrruuuupptt!


A small rip emitted from Sara’s backside as the last of her gas exited her bowls. She let go of her cheek and looked back at Ying. “That is all I have. So if you feel you can beat me…”


Ying cut her short as she reached back with both of her hands and gripped her plump, dirty butt cheeks and spread them. Exposing her anus to the wall length mirror over the sinks.


“I’ll gladly own you!” Ying shouted just before grunting to release another of her infamous post dump farts.


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMTMTPPPTPTTPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTPTTTPTPTTTTTTTTTTT!!!


Shit that was caked around Ying’s anus was sprayed along the floor, counter sink and mirror behind her as it opened up a windstorm of rancid gas. In typical Ying ripper fashion, the fart carried a brassy tone comparable to a group of tubas and a foghorn blowing all at once. Creating vibrations which sent reverberations through the four corners of the restroom for its entire duration. So loud that people out in the mall and even some several stores away could hear the massive explosion of gas which shook the public bathroom. The line of women who had waited outside for most of the duration of the three girls dumps, partially thinking that it was packed full of women with food poisoning, simply ran for  the next nearest bathroom, wanting none of the monster Ying was ripping.


The mall would soon send janitors and security to the bathroom to inspect what is going on. After hearing several complains from customers that a large group of woman with terrible flatulence and diarrhea were hogging the bathroom.


Just imagine the looks on their faces when they found out it was all created by one woman and her two little cousins.


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Holy shit that was a good read so descriptive